So, this was the second story in two weeks about clones who face hatred, scorn and discrimination from a population that denies their basic humanity. Except that this story, while certainly not as well-crafted from a technical point of view (it seemed to end very suddenly, as if the author or narrator got tired of wrapping up the final thought), didn't pander, and placed storytelling above moral self-rightousness. And it had a pretty clever idea at its base. And, as Steve said, it allowed us the use of the word "Elvii". So, I much prefer this one.